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Goulash Colossal G4 Mix

from the romance of business by GNATS

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Where's my revies?
It's spaghetti
But y'all ain't ready
To lay out on the floor
For my fetti
They say damn spaghetti blacc
U is hard as nails
And yo beats sound like
Droppin derringer shells
These niggas can't flex
Cuz they some fucking cowards
I do a line of yay
Before I step into the shower
Me walks upstage lookin hella humongous
Buku chips
Steady growin like a fungus
Thumb tack a nigga against the wall like a bulletin board
Matter of fact motherfucka
I do the same to these whores
Brap bap bap
And now those niggas on the corna
Are all in a coma and I'm out to Tacoma
Ain't leaving fingerprints up in directories
But leaving hallow tips is my objective
If these disrespectin bitches get ta threatening me
Dare I repeat the devilish pimptastic tendencies
Upside yo head with a frying pan
Don't ever ask me for the remedy
Flip the formula
But don't understand the recipe
The rest em be them niggas you hear bout rest in peace
Stress and grief
Keep em guessin
With redirections every second
Sirens don't mean shit
Now who run these streets
It's time
To hit the liquor store and get ripped
Druncc We don't give a fuck and don't be taking no shit puncc
Out the abyss for blood I rip
Real big pimp
No small fish
Won't stall
To drop science
Stop speaking English
You gon hear some bird caw
Foe these cops get extinguished
Gunshots ringin in the dark straight vicious
Hoppin off rooftops
Like Saint Nick on Christmas
While pullin up on my jeans
Droppin change like a fool
Spilling brains
Now I'm Rollin in a stolen old school
No fingerprints no witnesses no evidence
No stopping at red lights
Cuz I'm tore off the medicine
Let me look up my patna's coordinates
Cuz right about now I shouldn't be in orbit
Had to smash on the gas
I mean floor it
Because I can't afford to have the cops come lookin for it
So now it's in the river
Finally got a ring back said
"What's up my nigga?"
"Grab 2 8 balls and a case of 8
And a st ides for ya self
And come thru cuz we straight"
I thought I heard some hoes in the background
Composed
Time to go from the killa to a Mac mode
But I've been known to lay the smack down
Check my background
I have never been the one to back down
So how you wanna act now
I step in the back door
With smack and some crack whores
Ready to bore tracks and leave they back sore
Some niggas who recognize must've looked it
Said spaghetti blacc u leaning over hecka crooked
After I fell right on my face
We smoke big doja
Get hype
And storm out the place
Bitch
I beat my dick
like the LAPD
Commit lacerations
You haters don't wanna see me
Did Santa leave baking soda and a boiling beaker?
Must be time to rock up the greatest hits down on ya speaker
You know
Like rock the vote
on my campizziaign
새로운 언어의 남자 같은 트랙 재생
und ich es tut so gut, bis ich pop
No me disculpo por reventar rimas

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from the romance of business, released January 1, 2014

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